Chapter 655

Konodel.

Outside, on a farm.

In a gloomy warehouse.

"No... spare me, spare me!"

A white man was bound to the stone pillar and couldn't help moaning as he looked at the mottled blood around him and the bloody eyes filled in the stone basin opposite him.

"Baikett, don't you always yearn for the mysterious power?"

The cult believers in black clothes sneered: "now... Give your eyes, and you will perceive the gods and return to the embrace of the gods..."

"No..."

Baikett's tears and other liquids splashed. He was just an ordinary working class, trying to change his fate. If he had known that things would turn out like this, he would not have believed in the evil of this sect.

"Ah!"

At the next moment, the shrill scream came from the warehouse, but because the location here was too far away, it was inaccessible, and no outsiders heard it at all.

Black robed believers threw their still bleeding eyes into the basin, took a towel and wiped their hands, and came to the two-story wooden building outside the warehouse.

On the wooden recliner, there is a man who looks like a middle-aged rich businessman.

With white temples and a dark red wooden pipe in his mouth, he seems to be enjoying the mellow cut tobacco from the Southern plantation.

"My lord... The next sacrifice is ready."

The black robed believer bowed down and said with a pious attitude, "this time the amount is much higher than last time, and my Lord will be very satisfied."

"Very good... The ancient evil eye will not forget to reward you."

The middle-aged rich merchant smiled: "your rank... Can also be upgraded by one level."

"Thank you, sir. Thank you, sir!"

The believer in black bowed down in ecstasy.

After he left, the middle-aged rich businessman looked at his expression, but became ponderous and compassionate.

The other party is the owner of the farm, because he wants to get extraordinary power and contact with the "eye worship group".

The members of the "eye worship group" active in the Federation are actually full of spies from different forces of the Chris empire.

They bewitch the masses, hold a ceremony to believe in "ancient evil eyes" and constantly "adjust" in order to attract real ancient evil things to come here!

To this end, at the beginning, of course, they also paid some "bait", such as some first-class and second-class career information, which attracted a large number of believers.

"I can't imagine... The federals' enthusiasm for mystery is so beyond imagination!"

The middle-aged rich merchant continued to smoke his pipe happily: "although there are churches and the 11th Bureau in pursuit, we have similar arrangements in many cities... No one knows where the evil god will come in the end. After this time, I can also accumulate enough merit and apply for transfer back to the Empire..."

……

"Fanaticism... Is not enough..."

What the middle-aged rich businessman didn't see was that over the farm, an old man wearing a white robe and holding an ancient sheepskin roll was slowly watching here.

Madness - hivinado!

He did not choose the image of the last meeting with Sulu, but looked at the city like a human old man with muddy eyes.

"Ms. Guanghui let the Chris Empire do so. It seems that she has long planned... And the devil also has his own plan... This is the battlefield of the two masters..."

Even the arrogant Lord dare not be rashly involved in the dispute at the master level.

Hivinado unfolded the parchment in his hand and said with a smile, "the chapter of fanaticism... Matches my arrogant words very well."

The God, who didn't know whether it was the self or the incarnation, immediately began to whisper:

"There are crazy factors in everyone's heart..."

"Extreme fear will brew extreme madness..."

"Go crazy! Kill! Enjoy the ultimate happiness brought by arrogance..."

……

Downtown.

Elizabeth was holding a paper bag full of loaves of bread and preparing to go home for dinner.

At this time, a whisper suddenly came from her ear.

It was a language that I didn't understand at all, but a wave of impatience suddenly spread from the bottom of my heart.

As soon as the bread in her hand fell to the ground, she looked around in horror.

It seemed that the running carriage would deviate from the track and hit her next second, tearing her apart and leaving a large amount of plasma on the wall.

A young gentleman next to her turned red and panted violently from his nose. He might pull her into the lane and tear her dress at any time.

Next to a fat lady, the scissors in her hand may pierce her eyes in the next second!

The whole world seems to have strong malice towards her!

"Ah!"

Her beautiful face was suddenly ferocious, and she smashed the lady's bag into the face of the young gentleman next to her.

Boom!

Blood spatter!

At the same time, in front of her, the shop glass was broken and two wrestling men rolled out.

On the public road, several carriages collided with each other at a faster speed, causing a terrible traffic disaster, but the people around turned a blind eye to it.

They just have red eyes, howl madly, pick up the weapons they can find at hand and attack the people around them madly, no matter men, women, old and young, ordinary people or even extraordinary people!

The whole city has become a purgatory!

……

"Did you... Miss it after all?"

Sean looked at the crazy city, corresponding to the contents of the ceremony one by one, and instinctively felt the danger.

That's the breath of the gods!

"It's a disaster involving gods... Is it that the misfortune of the Chris empire is coming to the Union?"

Sean gave a wry smile.

Although he is occasionally idealistic, he knows the seriousness of the problem.

This degree of extraordinary disaster, even if he successfully promoted to level 6 and became a myth class professional, may not be able to stop it!

"It seems that... The three scenes I saw in the ceremony finally point here... Such a high-level 'doom and disaster' fully meets the ritual conditions for becoming the [emperor of Eritrea]..."

Sean thought and landed on the ground.

Boom.

The ground suddenly sank, forming a cave, swallowing him in, and the surface recovered as before.

"My lord..."

In the temporary grottoes, Sean first prayed to the "Spirit Lord" and immediately began to arrange the ceremony.

A huge spiritual body emerged from the spiritual world. It was like a giant salamander. Its huge mouth opened and spit out a walking corpse - Bolong!

The birth of the "emperor of Eritrea" requires a blood sacrifice to a "king of the dead" in a large-scale misfortune!

Now, all the conditions are ready, and Sean prayed with the gods to confirm that he can be sheltered by the other party with full confidence.

"Let's go!"

He adjusted his mood and began to be promoted to the emperor of Ecuador.

……

"City..."

In the suburbs, the middle-aged rich businessman on the farm was shocked to receive the information, and a trace of enthusiasm flashed in his eyes: "this is the best opportunity... Immediately prepare the ceremony and summon the ancient evil eye!"